Author Archives: Angie

Sure, the odds are low
But Sunday’s lottery walk
Is our weekly date

Chill with the weather
Catching up on exiled tasks
It’s a perfect day

Handing out candy
With nothing pressing, I breathe
Fall into slow time

Squeezed in cocktail hour
With the painting project wrapped
October packs up

Fall’s march grows louder
Calendar days are the path
Vamooose goes the time

The group chat revived
With cross chatter during work
Clear dichotomy

Our plans went awry
When the weekend house project
Pranced into the week

We add our palette
On top of many others
Old houses keep track

We planned together
The next step for the bedroom
Not like the White House

The old room returns
At least in the paint color
Twenty years later